Solitude Bears The Same Relation To The

The Birth Of A Child Is The Imprisonment Of A Soul. The Soul Must Work Its Way Out Of Prison, And, In Doing So, Provide Itself With Wings For A Future Journey. It Is For Each Of Us To Determine Whether Our Wings Shall Be Those Of An Angel Or A Grub!

Most Men Remember Obligations, But Not Often To Be Grateful; The Proud Are Made Sour By The Remembrance And The Vain Silent.

The Only True Source Of Politeness Is Consideration.

Stagnation Is Something Worse Than Death. It Is Corruption, Also.

The Birth Of A Child Is The Imprisonment Of A Soul.